The ship shakes and you hear the screams of men dying. You flinch at every noise, every movement, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. You cradle your baby in your arms, praying to your gods that you and your child do not die here in your small quarters aboard Euron’s ship.

You were his salt wife. He’d captured you nearly a year ago. A sea battle now raged around you and your baby and you were frightened that you would drown if the ship went down.